My life has become a series of wakenings, none distinguishable from any other.
A brutal caricature of brightness, this smile, this 'survival'
Mocking my every attempt to swim towards the surface
I drift hopelessly in a formless black sea -- There is no light here.
Childhood dreams belong in a lock box, where no one can see them.
Hide away the good, the golden, throw away the worthless key
This plain, pitiful crate will never open; it is unwanted.
Complacency has sealed it shut -- There is no logic here.
The last spark died so long ago, I fear what light would bring
Internalized pain poisoning the spirit; yet I remain lucid through it all.
Devil confining me to his cardboard lair, trapped in a cage of paper walls-
Absolution wrought through admission -- There is no Demon here.
Tear them down. You are free.
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I haven't written in ages, it feels so good to finally express everything. I feel like i've broken a curse.
Please tell me what you think
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seems to me
you were talking about the walls that are the flesh surrounding your soul..i could be wrong.. but since i've never been right, what does it matter?
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hmm
you were at least partially right. so give yourself a cookie.
not so much flesh as mental walls, a prison of the mind. i needed to let go of a lot of things. and as soon as that happens, more builds up. definitely an uphill battle.
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Great work here
Yes indeed you have penned an awesome write here from the heart and found their is freedom when you remove the walls about you and find love is everywhere if you reach out we are there for you
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Actually, thats not the point of my piece at all. I appreciate the applause and the compliment, but you missed what I meant.
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